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作词 : Arnaud, Brown |
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Man, what you need, man? |
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Yo' ************* ass always come around here |
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Wit' this whole three dollar, two dollar, five dollar hit *************t |
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************* come around here with a twenty sack of somethin' ************* |
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My bills gotta get paid mother****** |
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I'm outta here, catch me next week beotch |
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Hop in my |
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Chevy get to wheelin' down the block |
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Makin' sales, whether slangin' ****** or rocks |
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Clockin' major strapped up, me and my *************z in the house |
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Might as well back up, bustin' on *************z if they act up |
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On a mission with my gang, around here we run thangs |
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Get paid, every night, where we hang' |
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Cause it's a street thang, cops and automatic weapon |
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Keep a ************* intact, for these *************z half-steppin' |
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Daz Dillinger, got sewed up for real |
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Dealers servin' these *************z for a quarter a mill' |
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Ninety-eight my motto to kill, that's how it is |
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************* my family, ************* my friends, when my **** come in |
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You feel like ************* trust, a ************* lose his life |
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Tryin' to trust on mother******s like us |
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Stackin', stolen stack stackin' it ain't nuttin' but murders |
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Kidnappings jackings and vault cracking |
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Crackin' up in these parts, heat sparks up in these parts |
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The dark parts of the mother******' park |
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The tarantula's loose and |
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I'm heated now |
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With somethin' in my right palm to keep y'all seated down |
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Repeated, headhuntin', huntin' for heads |
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Shot in the chest neck arm and legs |
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Ain't no fakin', we all out to get paid |
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Wettin' *************z what we do nowadays(*************) |
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Around here, you can't trust nobody |
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Anybody's somebody tryin to jack somebody(Somebody) |
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Whether it's ****** or your life or narcotics |
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Anyway you get, you can't trust nobody |
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We jack a ************* for a half a thang, we back up in this |
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With a flock of these chickens, worth three and a half million |
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Now we set, we relaxed chillin', livin' the boss life |
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Every day every night me and the |
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Columbians take flight |
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Eight hundred ki's to fly across seas |
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When I flip it |
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I make about twelve million |
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G'sI'm a two thousand |
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Ricky Ross, transportin' the sauce |
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And it pay to be the boss cause when yo' ass get crossed |
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Every ************* on the street gets paid |
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A couple pieces spread, bear arms *************, warfare ************* |
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Shut down the alarms ************* |
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Time to hit off, get off then break off |
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If he don't kick in the bread then take off |
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Columbian ties, |
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Columbian mob members in |
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Columbian neckties |
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Columbians disfigured, |
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Daz MIDI machine |
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DillingerTwo shotty |
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Young Gotti, 'bout to put it on somebody |
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And my mindstate today is ************* everybody |
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Around here, you can't trust nobody |
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Anybody's somebody tryin to jack somebody(Somebody) |
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Whether it's ****** or your life or narcotics |
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Anyway you get, you can't trust nobody |
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Around here, you can't trust nobody |
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Anybody's somebody tryin to jack somebody(Somebody) |
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Whether it's ****** or your life or narcotics |
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Anyway you get, you can't trust nobody |
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*************t, who the ************* at the door? |
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Aww man, the police, fool |
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C'mon get out of here man c'mon |
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Flush the *************t, flush the coke |